Once In A Lifetime - Niall Horan [njh] COMPLETED

3. Now Or Never

A/N [Jan 18, 2017]: If you want to skip the background info/slightly boring parts and go right into the action, skip to chapter 7 :)

TWO MORE HOURS.

I'm panicking.

Sweating.

Crying.

Dry heaving.

What's wrong with me? Why am I acting like this?

If I'm planning on meeting the Boys I'm going to have to pull myself together. I didn't expect to be this nervous. I grabbed a tissue off of my nightstand and went over my plan one last time.

I finally collected my thoughts, and decided to pick out a nice outfit. I want to look good if I do actually get to see the boys.

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Damn.

There's a shit-ton more security here than I thought there was going to be. I guess the NYPD knows that fangirls are the craziest type of people.

The nearly deserted parking lot that I was in last night had now transformed into a pit of screaming fans and angry police officers. And, completely thwarting my plans, the venue had also constructed a pathway for the boys to get backstage which was made using large barbed wire fence-blockades. They stood parallel to each other, creating the safest possible route for the Boys to travel on.

I can feel my heart sinking. Theres no way in hell that I'm going to make my way into this concert tonight.

I decided to try a different entrance, so I walked around the perimeter of the venue to see what my best option would be. I made it about halfway to the front entrance when I suddenly heard loud screams coming from the back of the building.

OH MY GOD THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE REASON WHY EVERYONE IS SCREAMING, THE BOYS MUST BE HERE!

I sprinted as fast as humanly possible back to the 6th Avenue parking lot and started looking everywhere to see if the Boys were around. It was like being in a zoo. There must be a thousand people jammed into this place! How was I ever going to-

"OH MY GOD HARRY!" a blood curdling screech nearly broke my ear drum. The girl next to me started to scream right into my ear "HARRY I LOVE YOU!"

Before I knew it, everyone started pushing and shoving to get through the crowd in a desperate attempt to see the Boys. I was being violently shoved, crammed up against 5 other girls. This mosh pit of people was not going to help me see the Boys.

I had to come up with another plan.

I turned around to try to get out of this wild crowd of screaming fans and to my surprise, I was able to get out. Probably because everyone was trying to move in, not out of the crowd.

I walked around to assess my surroundings and saw the dumpster I was hiding behind last night; I decided to climb on top of it to get a better view.

At this point, I felt more determined than anxious- just two hours ago I was crying, unable to compose myself and now I feel unstoppable with an undying desire to accomplish my goals.

I'm so thankful for all the strength the Boys give me, if it weren't for them I probably would be an unmotivated lump. They help me become stronger every single day.

I laid down on the top of the dumpster so I didn't bring any attention to myself, and looked to see what was really going on.

I could see a couple of tour busses with the OTRA logo on them and I felt myself tense with excitement. I was trying to figure out which bus was the Boys, and I figured it was the one parked directly in front of the barbed wire pathway. I traced the length of the pathway with my eyes and sure enough, I spotted them.